Daming: I, Yang Xian, really govern Yang!

Chapter 91 I recommend a person who can solve the disaster
Yangzhou.

Yangzhou government office.

"Yang Qing, what is the yield of the potatoes you are growing in Yangzhou now?" Zhu Biao couldn't wait to ask as soon as he saw Yang Xian.

Looking at Zhu Biao who looked a little excited, Yang Xian was a little confused as to why he looked like this when they met.

However, he still replied directly: "Based on the average field, the yield of potatoes per mu is about thirty dan."

One stone of grain in the Ming Dynasty weighed about 150 kilograms.

If the best land is used to grow rice, one acre of land will only produce two stones.

Last year's great harvest in Yangzhou, which was hailed as a miracle by both the government and the public, produced only ten stones per mu.

Therefore, the moment Yang Xian finished speaking, Zhu Biao's eyes completely changed.

This is not just what the old man said casually outside Yangzhou City. If these words came from Yang Xian's mouth, then in Zhu Biao's eyes, they were facts.

Zhu Biao's breathing became a little heavy subconsciously.

"Isn't that three times more than last year's overseas fairy rice?"

"If we just talk about the weight, it is indeed the case." Yang Xian nodded and then said. "However, potatoes are different from rice and wheat. They have more water, so they are not as good as rice and other conventional staple foods at the same weight."

This can also be seen from the amount of heat each provides.

The total calories of 100 grams of rice is about 120 calories, while the calories provided by 100 grams of potatoes are only about 75 calories.

But in Zhu Biao's view, this point can be completely ignored. After all, in his opinion, there is such a huge difference in output between the two.

The yield per mu is several thousand kilograms!
Now Daming is saved!
But soon he realized another thing. These potatoes also came from overseas.

"Are these potatoes from overseas like the fairy rice that Yang Qing brought out last year?" Zhu Biao asked.

"That's right, I bought it from the businessman Fo Langji." Yang Xian said.

"Then are these potatoes the same as fairy rice?"

Seeing Zhu Biao's look, Yang Xian knew what he wanted to ask. He couldn't help but smile and said: "Your Highness, don't worry, all these potatoes can continue to be bred. Of course, there will be many points that need attention."

Zhu Biao directly ignored the second half of the sentence. In his opinion, the most important thing at the moment was the ability to reproduce.

Nowadays, the Ming Dynasty has just been established, and it is already full of waste.

Although agriculture has been vigorously developed across the country in recent years, the time is still short after all, and the court's grain reserves are seriously insufficient.

The first two years of the founding of the People's Republic of China.

Because people often make wine, in Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes, this is a complete waste of food, so he directly issued a ban on alcohol.

Zhu Yuanzhang's method of banning alcohol was very direct, simple and crude. He directly ordered a nationwide ban on growing glutinous rice, starting with the raw materials. This forced farmers to grow a variety of other grains, which indirectly enriched the granary.

But even Zhu Yuanzhang had gone to such an extreme in order to save food as much as possible.

There is still a food shortage across the country.

This is why Zhu Yuanzhang was so excited when he saw the great harvest in Yangzhou, and why Zhu Biao was so excited when he heard about the potato yield per mu.

If the yield of potatoes per mu can reach thousands of kilograms as Yang Xian said, then there will be no hungry people in the Ming Dynasty in the future.

"Yang Qing, how many potato seeds are there now?" Zhu Biao asked.

"Your Highness is planning to plant these potatoes in other places?" Yang Xian asked.

Zhu Biao nodded and continued: "Judging from the current disaster situation in various places, the potato production of your Yangzhou prefecture may not be enough by then. If we include several prefectures around Yingtian, there should be no problem. "

"In that case, please, Your Highness, please report to me the specific number of vacant acres in various places. I will directly ask people below to bring suitable potato seeds to the capital. The specific planting methods will also need training." Yang Xian said. .

"Okay, without further ado, I'll go back to the capital right away." At this time, Zhu Biao wished he could put a pair of wings on his back and fly directly back to the capital.

The second day.Beijing.

Fengtian Temple, early dynasty.

Li Shanchang is reporting on the disaster situation in various places.

The more Zhu Yuanzhang listened, the heavier his expression became.

Especially the Sanjin land in the north is suffering from a severe drought that has not been seen in 50 years.

Traditional agricultural societies have low risk resistance and are extremely vulnerable, especially before natural disasters.

In this era, the common people's annual surplus of food is only enough to sustain the next year's harvest, so they are waiting for the rice harvest that year to survive!
When a natural disaster strikes, their way of survival is cut off.

"In the land of Sanjin, there was not a drop of rain in March, the rivers dried up, the earth was cracked, and all the wheat seedlings planted by the people withered!"

Li Shanchang's voice echoed in Fengtian Palace.

"Who can help me share my worries?" Zhu Yuanzhang asked.

Everyone in the civil and military court lowered their heads and did not dare to look at Longting.

Zhu Yuanzhang's face was gloomy.

This disaster is only the first step. Without food, the next thing to deal with immediately is the refugees.

No one knows how many people will be displaced by natural disasters this year.

Zhu Yuanzhang was not sure whether the grain stored in the imperial granary was enough to cope with the situation.

You must know that this is not just a family eating with a few people. They have to face tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of mouths at every turn.

If the refugee problem is not handled well, it will immediately turn into a riot.

This was the last thing Zhu Yuanzhang wanted to see.

He looked at the ministers of His Highness, could it be that no one in the civil and military dynasty could help me share my worries?

At this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang saw a man stand up, with a hint of joy on his face. He was indeed the one he liked.

The person who stood up at this time was no one else.

It was Hu Weiyong.

Hu Weiyong was responsible for the construction of the city walls of the capital.

At that time, Hu Weiyong, as a project supervisor, discovered that there were not only broken bricks and rotten tiles in the city walls, but also cracked bricks in the city walls that had been built. The bricks delivered by various places to rush for work were not only incomplete but also shoddy.

He immediately issued an order: "The solidity of the city wall symbolizes the eternal existence of our Ming Dynasty, which remains unchanged throughout the ages. This is the achievement of thousands of years. From now on, the city bricks handed in from various places must be laid with the date of firing, the name of the craftsman, his place of origin, and the name of the person who accepted the bricks."

This means that if there is a problem with any brick, you can find a craftsman who fired it, and follow the clues to the government offices at all levels. No one can escape. Since the announcement of the order, the materials for city bricks handed over from all places have been of the highest quality.

It was this act of building Zhu Yuanzhang's reputation that won Zhu Yuanzhang's heart.

Therefore, Hu Weiyong also successfully entered the center of power in the Ming Dynasty, Zhongshu Province.

"Your Majesty Hu Weiyong, please recommend someone who can solve this disaster." Hu Weiyong stood up and said respectfully.

Not yourself, but recommending others?

Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned for a moment. He didn't have to do it himself. As long as he could successfully survive the disaster, Hu Weiyong would be considered worthy of his recommendation.

"Weiyong, who can you recommend?"

"Marquis of the Ming Dynasty, the magistrate of Yangzhou, Yang Xian, Master Yang." Hu Weiyong said loudly.

(End of this chapter)